Frequent Conversation
Finally I've stopped "talking to myself" and letting you in on the conversationYou're a lot smarter than I am, and I like knowing you're around
I am longing for presence once again
Something about smiling equals falling in love
And something about limbs wrapped around body equals staying that way for a long long time
I am lacking brainwave connections, my finger hovers over "GO"
As well I stand in no man's land
Not exactly frightening, but desolate nonetheless
Foggy and empty, at least from this standpoint
Hovering...over....GO....
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